A Free Man

KADEN

Hangovers sucked. If someone could invent a genuine cure for the things, I would invest every penny I had into that business. It would be totally worth it, especially if that someone could have just appeared in my bedroom this morning with a vial of the miracle cure.

Rolling over in my bed, I groaned as a stab of pain shot through my head. Shit. It felt like someone had stuck a knife into my temple and twisted.

There was a thudding sound coming from somewhere, though I couldn’t tell if it was inside my head or an actual sound. My mouth tasted like a large animal had emptied its bowels into it, and without moving much, I could tell my body was shaky.

The thudding sound grew louder. More insistent. Slowly, I realized it was someone knocking on my door. I risked cracking my eyes open, only to flinch at the brightness of my room.

My blackout curtains were open, allowing the sun to shine mercilessly into my bedroom. The evil rays were creeping up my bed already, telling me it was we